As I help her lock up her bike, I read the tattoo on the palm of her right hand,
“Let Go.”
She wins the “What do I want to be when I grow up?” contest.
She ran off the sugar high of being an “artist” after two years of art school in San Jose.
Now she’s working on getting into the Piece Corps, primarily because she wants to apply her knowledge while offering real humanitarian aid to a developing country (instead of just saying that ‘someone’ should)…and she thinks it would be ‘rad’ to live in the third world.
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